A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.Edward Fitzgerald
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
Edward Fitzgerald
I come like Water, and like Wind I go.
Edward Fitzgerald
I am all for the short and merry life.
Edward Fitzgerald
Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.
Edward Fitzgerald
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Edward Fitzgerald
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Edward Fitzgerald
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
Edward Fitzgerald
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